Lucky 7 Meme
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erastes
Rules
1. Go to page 77 (or 7th) of your current ms
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written. No cheating.
4. Tag 7 other authors. (I am not doing this – anyone who wants to do it can. Those who don’t want to don’t have to.)
Work in progress:
When the packs got bigger, nobody was laughing. Not after Barbarossa's pack butchered every male over the age of fifteen when Settlement Twelve refused to pay the protection tribute. They parceled the women and children out to the rest of settlements. They burned every building, flayed and impaled every man they killed, and helped themselves to everything they wanted. After that, nobody made jokes.
I raided a sporting goods store for survival gear around ten in the morning the day after the Accident, and then again as soon as I figured out how the world was shaping up. There wasn't going to be much room in a diminished subsistence population for a gay computer programmer.
Current editing project:
“You, slave, finger-fuck him. Massage his prostate and make him come.”
Zara let out little whimpers as Ariel fucked her. Tara scooped more of her own juice onto her first two fingers and eased them into Ariel’s ass. He was tight and hot around her and she pressed deeper. A soft, spongy spot on the front wall told her she found what she had been searching for. She stroked and rubbed it, giving it all the attention she wished she could give David’s cock.
erastesRules
1. Go to page 77 (or 7th) of your current ms
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written. No cheating.
4. Tag 7 other authors. (I am not doing this – anyone who wants to do it can. Those who don’t want to don’t have to.)
Work in progress:
When the packs got bigger, nobody was laughing. Not after Barbarossa's pack butchered every male over the age of fifteen when Settlement Twelve refused to pay the protection tribute. They parceled the women and children out to the rest of settlements. They burned every building, flayed and impaled every man they killed, and helped themselves to everything they wanted. After that, nobody made jokes.
I raided a sporting goods store for survival gear around ten in the morning the day after the Accident, and then again as soon as I figured out how the world was shaping up. There wasn't going to be much room in a diminished subsistence population for a gay computer programmer.
Current editing project:
“You, slave, finger-fuck him. Massage his prostate and make him come.”
Zara let out little whimpers as Ariel fucked her. Tara scooped more of her own juice onto her first two fingers and eased them into Ariel’s ass. He was tight and hot around her and she pressed deeper. A soft, spongy spot on the front wall told her she found what she had been searching for. She stroked and rubbed it, giving it all the attention she wished she could give David’s cock.
